Depression (Niall Horan Love Story)

Chapter 21

CAT'S POV

"Triggers. Triggers. Triggers."

The thought ran through my mind as I lay on my bed in my hotel room. I kept thinking about everything that I had done wrong. Just like high-school.

That made it seem like so much longer than it has actually been. Two months since high-school was released for summer. Five months since I had completed it all. I kept thinking about every failure I had caused.

It was my fault that I dated Niall.

It was my fault that my friends didn't talk to me anymore.

I wasn't good at math.

My mom was an ocean away.

I wasn't popular.

I was stuck being a model.

Everything wrong in my life seemed to play off as my fault. Even my dad, the fact that he was no longer here, seemed to feel like my fault.

I mentally screamed at myself for thinking so lowly of myself. None of it was my fault. How could it be? Yet, why did it feel like it?

I sat up in the bed, impulse taking control as I strolled into the bathroom. I looked in the cabinates for anything. pills, drugs, razors. I came across a little pill bottle. A total of six in the bottle. I read the label 'sleeping pills.'

My heart almost jumped with joy as I took two out of the bottle. I contemplated if I should take them. Looking for anything that seemed promising. I even considered calling one of the boys.

The boys just reminded me of Niall. Niall reminded me of our relationship. Our relationship made me think of it being another one of my failures. That urged me to take all of the pills in the bottle without a second thought.

I didn't.

I set the two I had in my hands down on the bathroom counter. I screamed at myself. Legit, screamed. The boys' in their rooms nextdoor probably heard.

So, it didn't surprise me when I heard a knock on my room door. I didn't answer. I sunk down clutching the bottle in my hands. Should I take them?

HARRY'S POV

I heard a scream, which woke me from my sleep. Kira was still sound asleep next to me. I slowly untagnled our legs and pulled on a pair of sweat pabts as quick as I could.

I knew who's room was next to ours, and I wasn't going to waste time. I ran through the living room, past Zayn who was sound asleep on the couch.

I banged on her door. No answer. I was conteplating going to the lobby and saying I got myself locked out. I jiggled the door nob, but it was locked. "Cat! Cat, answer this fucking door!"

Nothing.

I finally broked the nob and was rushing to her room. She was craddling a pill bottle like her life depended on it.

Tears were slowly going down her face, she looked up anf caught sight of me. She did a lopsided grin and brought the bottle to her lips. "Cat! No!"

She dropped the bottle and slowly stood, using the wall for guidance. "Don't worry, it was sleeping pills. Six of them."

"You're gonna get high," I said, grabbing her arm. "It'll make me forget," she said, ripping jer arm from my grip.

"Forget? Cat, stop." She sat on the bed "will you go get me Lou," she asked. I shook my head "I'm gonna bring you to Lou," I said, picking her up and carrying her, even against her punches.

"Lou, wake the fuck up," I said, dropping a high-as-a-kite Cat on his bed. "Wh-what the hell Harry? What are you doing?" I just pointed to the giggly girl laying on his bed.

"Shes high as hell Lou. What do we do?" This was such a horrible idea.